Slavery is / not …

Author: slave David Stein, under the Guardianship  

of Master Steve Sampson © 1998

slavery is not about suffering …  

     … slavery is about service. 

slavery is not about humiliation …  

     … slavery is about humility. 

slavery is not about pain …  

     … slavery is about being present. 

slavery is not about being used …  

     … slavery is about being of use. 

slavery is not about control …  

     … slavery is about letting go. 

slavery is not about your desires …  

     … slavery is about giving to others. 

slavery is not about abuse …  

     … slavery is about acceptance. 

slavery is not about proving anything …  

     … slavery is about being real. 

slavery is not about contempt …  

     … slavery is about respect. 

slavery is not about how you look …  

     … slavery is about how you care. 

slavery is not about denying yourself …  

     … slavery is about being open. 

slavery is not about punishment …  

     … slavery is about discipline. 

slavery is not about being unable to escape …  

     … slavery is about being committed. 

slavery is not about submission …  

     … slavery is about obedience. 

slavery is not about fear …  

     … slavery is about trust. 

slavery is not about sex …  

     … slavery is about love. 

slavery is not about pleasure …  

     … slavery is about happiness.

The Primary Cause

She kissed him first. She felt like that was an important thing to say, even if she was only saying it to herself. It set out exactly who was the instigator here, and who was on the receiving end. She was giving, and he was getting, and that was that. 

It didn’t matter that he was seizing her outright, laying hands on her with an intention to bruise, throwing her on the floor and pinning her down with his bodyweight. It didn’t matter that he’d kissed back just as hard, and she’d felt the thick hairs of his beard against her face, and almost giggled as they tickled her. It didn’t matter that he’d pulled her on top of him and told her to show him the parts he hadn’t seen. It didn’t matter that he’d taken charge.

She’d made the first move, and so everything beyond that was just the aftershocks of that initial quake, each spilling out from the epicenter that was her action. She was the orchestrator, the architect, and the primary cause. The ancestor of her own demise, hoisting her own petard with more than a little glee. 

Besides, it was her who was showing him, not him who was forcibly stealing a peek. She was the one on him, and he was the one underneath her. And in her book, that put her in a pretty commanding position. She just wouldn’t mention the fact his fingers were digging into her hips like a vice, making sure she didn’t go anywhere, and did exactly what he said.

She wouldn’t mention that at all.

Sink into me…possess my body and know that my heart opens for you more with every day.

“How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.”

—Sylvia Plath

The sign of a great dominant is “being able to want something, and convince you that you want it, that you need it and crave it and that you are being spoiled and treated like a princess when he gives it to you…” ~ Erospainter